For many days and nights neither sun nor stars appeared; we cast with our own hands the tackling out of the ship; a heavy tempest lay on us; all hope that we should be saved was taken away.
— from Villette by Charlotte Brontë

Dúnay dugung Aliman nga naglatay sa íyang kaugatan, There is German blood running in her veins.
— from A Dictionary of Cebuano Visayan by John U. Wolff

Dulsi ang nagpudpud (nagpapudpud) sa íyang ngípun, Her teeth decayed from all the candy.
— from A Dictionary of Cebuano Visayan by John U. Wolff

But I am sure you know all about it, as you gave her fifty louis, without which she could not have done anything.” “Nay, not so.”
— from The Memoirs of Jacques Casanova de Seingalt, 1725-1798. Complete by Giacomo Casanova

“God is merciful, doctors are never needed,” she said.
— from War and Peace by Tolstoy, Leo, graf

No, not cotton; there was not the demand for cotton in those days, and not nearly so much grown in the State.
— from The Soul of John Brown by Stephen Graham

Sally gave a little cry that cut like a blade in my heart, and then she was close-pressed upon me, her quivering breast beating against mine, her eyes, dark as night now, searching my soul.
— from The Rustlers of Pecos County by Zane Grey

To this end he was to go south from Tzucthok, and always "trying to incline his route a little toward the left hand, or towards the east, was to place himself in sight of the town of Lacandones, which the President had discovered and named Nuestra Señora de los Dolores."
— from History of the Spanish Conquest of Yucatan and of the Itzas Papers of the Peabody Museum of American Archaeology and Ethnology, Hard University. Vol. VII. by Philip Ainsworth Means

The enterprise was not yet completed, but the remainder was less difficult and not nearly so hazardous, for the creek which separated Duiveland from Schouwen was much narrower than the estuary which they had just traversed.
— from PG Edition of Netherlands series — Complete by John Lothrop Motley

Never did; and now never shall—havin' been born up to Bodmin, where the prison is." "Oh!" said Nicky-Nan suspiciously.
— from Nicky-Nan, Reservist by Arthur Quiller-Couch

Strayer, G: D., and Norsworthy, N. (S ‘17) How to write for moving pictures.
— from The Book Review Digest, Volume 13, 1917 Thirteenth Annual Cumulation Reviews of 1917 Books by Various